Collezion of thoughts that may one day transpire into a documentary of this mortal journey.

Friday, July 15, 2016

Promise

how do i take off a mask when it stops being a mask. when it’s as much a part of me than i am. we kept fighting. but the world be unmasked. we will find our true selves again. maybe after wiping away all the thick grimy film of whiskey glasses at the bar and wet morning pillows, we can all see the light of day. i know we’re not supposed to talk in a while. but i’m going to ask you to have hope for me any way. just please. have hope.